Nectar of Divinity a poem by Anne G

Nectar of Divinity

Nectar of Divinity

a poem

by Anne G

The grapes were plump

the vineyards ripe

long summer days

a Harvest Moon

The days grew cool

the moon waxed full

a time to pick

a Hunter’s Moon

Grayish pink

purple green

red and black then came

the crush

Ambrosia flowed

from cups of gold

autumnal gift

divinity

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Anne G

Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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